I’ve looked back through my notes on every book of Andrew Taylor’s that I’ve read over the last five years and I’ve pretty much liked them all and really loved several of them. Which makes me feel not too guilty, when you look at the overall picture, about saying that this was a bit of an “eh?” book for me.

There were lots of little things I liked but the overall story didn’t especially engage me: I liked the main female character Libby and the insights into 1930s living, divorce and the rise of fascism.

Not an author that I’m likely to give up on any time soon though!